a fuming hill giantess tromps towards you


A fuming hill giantess lurches through the woods, an uprooted tree gripped tightly in one hand. Her name is Morgsa and she is looking for her husband. He hasn’t come home in days and she went looking for him a while ago, finding only his wedding ring tangled in some weeds. She oscillates between being worried sick over the bumbling oaf and wanting to dash his brains in for losing his ring and staying out for days and nights. She isn’t interested in slaughtering a band of adventurers right now, although usually she would do so gleefully. Instead, she merely asks the party if they have seen her mate.


She happened upon the party while they rested after the slaughter of the new lumber camp.


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